Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Index,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.